Saturday, February 16, 2013

Bonnie and Lu

Luanne and Bonnie looking beautiful for the Atlanta MDA Night of Hope Gala

Meet Bonnie and Lu, two ladies from my Monday night Bible study. They share a friendship so rare, I wrote their story for The Hometown Advantage Newspaper last November. I'll post it here in honor of Valentine's Weekend and our Father's love that flows into our lives in so ways:


They met in the halls of Vanderbilt Hospital, both concerned about one they loved. Luanne, the sister, and Bonnie, the girlfriend, hurried to Eddie’s side when pancreatic cancer forced him to travel by ambulance to Nashville, several hours from his home. Bonnie drove from Atlanta, Luanne, from Memphis.

Bonnie knew about Luanne. But Luanne had not heard about Bonnie—until Eddie confessed from the back of the ambulance via cellphone as they all converged on music city. The future sister-in-laws cared for Eddie and parted ways having no idea how their lives would eventually intertwine.

None of us do. But for them, it started on an internet dating site nine months earlier.

Divorced after a short marriage early in life, Bonnie remained single for years before she became the sole caregiver for her mom. Due to ongoing demands, she didn’t have much of a social life until after her mother died. Over fifty years old, she had dinner with a few frogs before finding her prince.

Eddie made it clear soon after they met online in January of 2007 that he’d been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. But their shared interests and love of life drew them together despite the prognosis.

“Eddie took each day as it came,” Bonnie remembers, “His favorite saying was, ‘Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about getting out there and dancing in the rain.’”

So when he begged her to meet him a month later in Birmingham—complete with driver’s license photo verification—she ignored her friend’s fears and packed a bag.  Soon they met monthly, whether for fun or chemo treatments. And six months later he took her home to meet his parents.

Not long after, she met Lu at the hospital and Eddie took disability and moved home, closer to Bonnie and his family.  An engagement ring soon appeared on her finger. And a year to the day they met on line, Bonnie and Eddie eloped. A simple, sweet wedding.

For eight months, Eddie was chemo free and they traveled. They camped, visited national parks, combined getaways with Bonnie’s work, and enjoyed the sweetness of new love.

By September of 2008, however, blood work indicated the cancer returned. Life calmed and Eddie started chemo again. Three weeks on, one off. The treatments were grueling, but at the end of the day, they had each other.

In mid-December, Bonnie fell at work, slid across the floor, and hit her elbows into the wall. Her fingers went numb and hurt for months. A neuro-surgeon diagnosed degenerative disk disease and performed surgery on her neck the following summer, expecting her hands to return to normal.

They got worse instead.

The determined duo made a few travel memories post-surgery. But then Eddie’s health slowly failed while Bonnie lost the ability to move her left arm.

By November, Eddie was worse but still able to help Bonnie dress. The day after Christmas, he fell and was admitted to a local hospital. Three days later, Bonnie saw a neurologist who said, “The only diagnosis for you I can’t rule out is ALS.” As she processed the disheartening news, she watched her husband slip from this life to the next. Seven days after he breathed his last.

 Enter Luanne.

She shared, “I’d been out of a job for almost a year. So after the funeral, I asked Bonnie, ‘Do you need me to drive you home?’ And I’ve been here ever since.”

 “There was so much to do,” she recalled. “We bonded and forged a team. Her left arm was useless and the right one was starting to go. Not only was Bonnie grieving the loss of her husband, she was facing a serious illness. There were a few times I thought, ‘I can’t do this, God. It’s too hard.’ And a song at church or a scripture I would read always brought peace.”

Bonnie offered, “Lu is a lot like Eddie. When I look at her, I see part of him. She laughs at the same things he laughed at and I love that about her. It reminds me of Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

Lu has now lived with Bonnie longer than Bonnie was married to Eddie. They’re lives part of a patch work quilt knit together by God’s redemptive love.

Bonnie didn’t just find a husband on that internet dating site. She found a friend truer than many ever find—a sister by love—someone to care for her after she spent a lifetime pouring out.

Bonnie still has a journey ahead. But Lu is walking by her side.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Week Five, Day Seven: Top Ten List

It's hard to believe I haven't taken a normal step in almost six weeks. I've scooted to and from everywhere, living the bare minimum. But that changes tomorrow. Soon I'll know if I'll push through pain straight into mobility, or if discomfort will impede progress, requiring continued support from my star wars boot.

I won't know till I take my first steps - tomorrow.

While I'd like to claim I've survived the last six weeks with seamless faith and peace, it's been hard. Increased activity led to Friday fatigue. Friday fatigue left me stuck in bed. And long days of rest made me long for normal life.

But the deep quiet in my house today, enhanced by a peaceful rain, reminds me to dig deep, to relax in the process, and to trust through the pain. The only other choice is worry, and worry helps nothing.

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?  Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?" (Matt. 6: 25 -27)

I saw my doctor Thursday morning. During my last check up (I thought) he implied I would walk when I saw him this week. He instructed me to wait through the weekend, instead. And the slowest three days began. I've hunkered down at home, waiting for six-weeks-post-surgery to dawn.

Now as minutes turn to hours and hours lead to Downton Abbey (which will end at bedtime, indicating morning is on its way), I've decided to consider the top ten best things about living with no weight bearing for six weeks starting Dec. 31, 2012. God has his reasons and searching for them leads to gold. So...

#1 - My (fake) Christmas tree is still decorated and lit. Happy Valentine's Day, indeed.
#2 - I haven't stepped into a grocery store since 2012.
#3 - I've been forced to communicate my needs to my husband - something that's easy to avoid when you can just do it yourself but makes for a better marriage.
#4 - Several Bible study friends have driven me to far away follow up surgery appointments, transforming the tedious, long trips into fun outings.
#5 - Folks from church have delivered meals every other day for two weeks. While I never knew who was coming or what they were bringing, their service kept us fed.
#6 - Don scrubbed a bathtub for me - seriously!
#7 - OK - even though I'm weary of 24/7 scooter time, the scooter should be on the list. Rolling down long halls with smooth floors is cheap therapy.
#8 - Most of January passed with me indoors, snuggled in flannels, avoiding cold weather.
#9 - I've saved on make up and gas money.
#10 - I opened the book One Thousand Gifts and remembered Eucharisteo.

Here's to God's goodness which I too easily forget... and to my sister who hosted a Trey birthday/super bowl party last weekend that got both boys back home. Love the cousin camaraderie.

 
"Now, our God, we give you thanks, and praise your glorious name." (1 Chronicles 29: 13)